IN SOME VERSION OF YOUR LIFE

by Caroline Kessler A woman / loose-hipped in a floor-length      dress sewn entirely from gold-en poppies / sings an answer-less song / what good      is a heart with no oneto love. Her guitar gets lost in her hands. You’re too small      to see properly / your loveroffers to hoist you up, hold you      on his shoulders like your fatherContinue reading “IN SOME VERSION OF YOUR LIFE”

we should all live like the atomic bomb

by Joschua Beres the bomb over Hiroshimatook forty-five seconds to falluntil: flash. bang. pop.maybe that helps you realizethe importance of forty-five secondsbecause even if that bomb fellfor forty-five years, it wouldn’t beenough time. but in one millionth of a second.modern American sciencecan birth a second sun just long enoughto prove that popcorn never lasts pastContinue reading “we should all live like the atomic bomb”

Essay Concerning the Importance of Her Hair After a Shower, or: The most beautiful woman to ever be a woman who was beautiful

by Sean Whitney There are towers of stone and mud and she wants nothing of them, seeing them dirty. She is dirty. She is dirty and the towers are dirty but the towers’ dirt runs deeper than her skin. She spits, not for saliva, but for arrogance, giving back to the ground the only thingContinue reading “Essay Concerning the Importance of Her Hair After a Shower, or: The most beautiful woman to ever be a woman who was beautiful”

entropy – a measure of the disorder or randomness of a system

by Ross Robbins You must remain inyour place. All orderis cut from belowat the knees, crumple I cannot provemy pastexcept to say moments hover inmy mind thatcould have beenthis morning; flashes: at four years oldbeside a tree. My firststitches. Tearing wallpaper and my dad tearing meout of joy by my armgrowling in my face pastContinue reading “entropy – a measure of the disorder or randomness of a system”

I’m Not Finished

by Rishad Haque the battling begums keep us democratically tornsheikh hasina and khaleda zia,autocratic ruleSway you don’t have the answerswe think of the next mealwe share the mealsthe meals don’t have any valuebut molotov cocktails are paid for by the governmentthe news media keeps us entertainedwe pay attention and we stay scaredwe don’t leave theContinue reading “I’m Not Finished”

untitled poem

by Patrick Hughes the snot settlements of the pastrearranged and carefully maintained for permanent residencelike a handkerchief planned to forever last in two iotasgrizzly voterswill strut out of the wildernessand hope to open up the trashit’s safe stilleverything wants their filltheir confusion shows us howif we ran out of the woodworklike brash votersbears to lockedContinue reading “untitled poem”

crying should be waged

by Manuel Arturo Abreu two scotch-tape birds sit on a cigarette butttwo reptilians walk past the birdstwo windows open and say ‘huzzah’two clairvoyants will never admit to wanting to die youngtwo drops of sleep in between my fingerstwo days who are also sisterstwo people buying pizza and dousing it in ranchtwo centipedes too shy toContinue reading “crying should be waged”